The expeditionary forces of Azeroth's Alliance and Horde had fully cleared the roads to Honor Hold and Thrallmar. The demons on the Burning Legion's front lines had been wiped out, while the others had either fled or retreated to the Throne of Kil'jaeden to continue plotting alongside Doom Lord Kazzak.
Once news from Outland reached Azeroth, the leaders of both the Alliance and the Horde received reports from their own messengers.
Almost all of the Horde's leadership had gathered in Orgrimmar's Chieftain's Hall. Only the Banshee Queen Sylvanas was absent. In the wake of Varimathras's betrayal, almost all of Undercity was under martial law, and the Banshee Queen was still busy rooting out the traitors hiding in the shadows.
"The situation in Outland is now largely clear. Nazgrel's reports from Thrallmar confirm that some of our people still live there. Thrallmar has already made contact with those Mag'har Orcs and learned from Gorkan Bloodfist that their settlement is in Nagrand." Thrall pondered this. The name Garadar was all too familiar to him. It might have been founded by members of their Frostwolf Clan.
"Garrosh-Grommash Hellscream..." Thrall inadvertently murmured the name. He was very likely Grom Hellscream's son. As Thrall repeated the name, memories came flooding back.
In the battle at Fel Fire Ridge, Grom had sacrificed his life to kill Mannoroth, freeing all Orcs from that cursed blood. Thrall could never forget this Orc hero. Grom might have been nothing more than a warrior, perhaps even a brainless hothead, but no Orc could deny his contributions to the Horde. Without Grom, the newly founded Orgrimmar would long since have crumbled beneath Cenarius's assault.
Now that he knew about Grom's son, Thrall felt he had to rescue them from Outland, whatever the cost. There was no telling how much longer that